Literature, my Nature
If my pen is a songbird,
green is its melody:
grass-stitched foundation,
triumph of growth over envy,
cerulean undertones yellowed,
painting the world in verdants and emeralds and dreams.
Simply dreams.
If my pen is a songbird,
green is its melody:
grass-stitched foundation,
triumph of growth over envy,
cerulean undertones yellowed,
painting the world in verdants and emeralds and dreams.
Simply dreams.
love the sound of “painting the world in verdants and emeralds and dreams.”
Thanks, Gaby!
Lovely way to start my day!
That’s so sweet — thank you!
I adore the gorgeous color imagery in this poem that reflects the beauty of literature!
Thank you, Katrina!